Awww… every time I hear this song it transports me to sunny San Diego to one of my weekends with Stephy poo, lounging around her beach pad, drinking one of her fresh homemade juices and getting ready to head to the beach or yoga. Haylo Shtayph!

Now, I have zero children, but 89% of my friends do. And of that 89%, about 79% of them occasionally let it slip to me, usually over a bottle of rosé and some delicious appetizers, that they hate their husbands from time to time. In fact I bet about 63% of you reading this have kids, and periodically hate your husbands too.

It’s alright. You’re in a safe place. And this book is perhaps your next read. Just do it on your Kindle, so your husband won’t see the book cover and start pouting. And then make you hate him even more.

A sweet, funny, breath of fresh air in a TV show: NBC’s new show First Dates on NBC. You gotta check it out on Friday nights. It premiered last week and I cried in the first minute of the show. And then laughed and again cried, but mostly laughed. Based on a British TV show, it’s a hidden camera show that follows different couples on blind dates. Sounds simple, and it is, but it’s oh so endearing. And at times, hilarious: